Jerry

By: Will B
(© 2009 by the author)
Ably Assisted by Ed

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Felipe had an unfortunate Incident in the Dining Room, but was rescued thanks to the quick thinking of Ike. Bruce and Chad have had their first story accepted by tickiestories (published last week in chapter 18). Jake sang ‘Save the last [Lap] Dance for Me’ in the playroom

Chapter 19

The evening after the ‘incident’ in the dining room.

“C-c-c-come in,” said Felipe who was in his room in The Residence.

“Hey, Felipe. I just wanted to see how you were going?” Ike asked as he came into the room. Ike was a tall, weedy young man with a wiry strength that made him appear to be a young man ‘not to be fooled with.’

“F-f-f-fine, I guess, but I can’t stop shivering,” replied Felipe, who was a good looking Latino.

“You’re probably suffering from shock,“ sympathized Ike. “Why don’t you get in bed and get under the covers. Do you want me to go down to Bruce and Chad and ask if they can fix you a cup of tea or something?”

“No…I’ll be all right.”

“Get under the covers and I’ll tuck you in, heh heh, just like a mother hen.”

“You’re a g-g-g-good pal, Ike. Could you just stay and talk to me for a while?”

“Sure, buddy. Anything in particular you want to talk about?”

“No, Ike. I just want to talk to you…I was so damn scared this evening I couldn’t move.”

“I guess the thought of that guy doing what he wanted was pretty disgusting, eh?”

“Ike, you and I have been ‘around the block’ a few times. I don’t mind making it…with the right person, that is?”

Ike took a deep breath, closed his eyes, crossed his fingers and said, “OH? And who would be the right person, dare I ask?”

Felipe thought, ‘Well, here goes!’ Then he said out loud, “Ike, I think the right person would be someone who cared for me as a person, and not just because I have a set of cock and balls to be played with, and …it would have to be someone I cared for, too.”

<Silence for a few minutes>

“Felipe, is there any chance…could it be possible….that… I could be that right person?”

Felipe didn’t say anything, but he threw back the covers and sat up in bed. “Ike, you definitely are the right person. I’ve known you for some weeks; first, in that place we stayed in when we were on the streets, then in the detention center  and now here at the Residence. I’ve seen you in the best of situations and the worst. You are brave, honest, funny, caring and…. Oh, I’m going to shut up and kiss you!”

Felipe pulled Ike into a full body hug, and kissed him gently on the lips, then a little harder until his tongue was pressing for an entrance into Ike’s mouth. Ike responded with tongue play of his own.

Ike’s mouth moved over Felipe’s face, kissing, licking and nuzzling Felipe’s cheeks, nose, chin and ears. He moved his head down and kissed Felipe’s neck. He moved to Felipe’s chest and began licking Felipe’s nipples. The purple disks on Felipe’s brown chest hardened and the nubs stood out from Felipe’s body. Ike sucked on those nubs so hard as if he was trying to get milk them.

The two guys, who now had raging hard-ons, broke apart long enough to slide out of their briefs. They faced each other, breathing heavily, with their rigid rods leaking pearly pre-cum.

Ike pushed Felipe back onto the bed and said, “That creep wanted to give you a blow job, and now I AM going to give you one.”

Ike kissed and licked his way down to Felipe’s abdomen as Felipe began to raise and lower his body up and down on the bed. Ike stuck his tongue into Felipe’s ‘innie’ as if he were trying to penetrate. He kissed his way farther south and rubbed his cheeks into Felipe’s treasure trail.  He moved his head  lower and reveled in the aroma emanating from Felipe’s genitals.

As Ike moved down Felipe’s body, Felipe began to massage, tweak and massage his own nipples.

Ike turned his attention to Felipe’s hairy thighs. He kissed them and licked them, first one and then the other. Lower and lower he moved until he reached Felipe’s feet. He gave gentle bites to his partner’s ankles, and then sucked each one of Felipe’s toes. Felipe was writhing and moaning on the bed.

‘Oh, god, this is incredible’ Felipe thought. ‘I want him…I want…’ Felipe stopped thinking and just gave himself up to the ecstasy of the moment.

Ike began moving back up Felipe’s body. He was kneeling between Felipe’s legs, and when he got to Felipe’s ball sack he licked each testicle and took it into his mouth and sucked on it.  He released Felipe’s balls and used his chin to rub the whole ball sack. Felipe moaned again.

<Uh-Hu>  <Uh-Huh>  <Uh-Huh> <Uh-Huh> Felipe’s breathing became shallower and shallower.

Ike used the fingers of one hand to pull Felipe’s ball sack up and over Felipe’s penis, and he began to lick the underside of the sack, paying special attention to the nerve that ran from Felipe’s anus up the ball sack to the underside of his shaft.

Felipe was thrashing from side to side, lost in rapture.

Ike took the helmet of Felipe’s cock into his mouth and ran his tongue over the purple-headed shaft, flicking the piss-slit and moved his tongue up and down the underside of the rigid rod.

Felipe pushed his organ into Ike’s mouth as if he wanted to coat Ike's entire esophagus.

After a few minutes, Felipe could feel his balls contacting, and he shouted, “I’m cumming…, I”m gonna…”

Ike continued his ministrations and was rewarded with four blasts of hot creamy, satiny smooth blasts of Felipe’s liquor of love and lust. The first two shots which Ike swallowed, but he held the last two loads in his mouth with some cum dribbling down his chin.

Felipe reached and pulled Ike to him; his lips touching Ike's. His tongue began to demand an entrance into Ike’s mouth. He took a tongue-ful of his own cum and swallowed it and returned to kissing Ike, slowly and passionately.

Ike lay down on Felipe and returned the kisses with gusto. As he did his own tumescent tool twitched as it lay tangled in the tenacious tentacles of Felipe’s furry bush. Ike moved his body up and down as he kissed Felipe and all too soon he felt his own testicles draw up into his body, and then….

Ike discharged his own elephantine ejaculations onto Felipe’s abs and chest.

Sated and drained, and yet at the same time fulfilled, the two lovers fell asleep, locked in each other’s embrace, united in their wondrous coming together with their bodies fastened to each other by their mutual cumming together

What happened to J. Worthington Howells, III.

When he had been released by the Sheriff, Howells drove into the City where he checked into a motel near the gay quarter. He changed into an open neck shirt, tan slacks, brown socks, and brown shoes. He set out to find some ‘fun and games.’

His first stop as at a DVD Parlor, called ‘Les Hommes Bel’, where for a fee, patrons could select a DVD or two and rent a cubicle, lock the door and watch the video in privacy. Each cubicle had a bench on which the patron could recline and enjoy the video – and enjoy any other bodily pleasures he might care to indulge in.

Howells selected two DVDs and as he walked down the corridor a handsome Latino stud, looking to be about 20 and wearing only a loin cloth, asked, "Want some company, friend? I’m very versatile. Very versatile indeed!”

“Sure, why not? How much?” Howells asked.

“$50.00 for hands, $100.00 for mouth, and $200.00 for ass,” was the reply.

“I want your hands, and here’s $25.00 and the rest when the session is over, and if you do a good job there’ll be another $50.00,” Howells told him.

“Ya gotta deal, buddy.”

The two men went into the cubicle, and Howells looked at the stud and said, “Strip.”

His companion did, taking off his loin cloth in as sexy a manner as he could.

Howells took off his clothes and hung them on hooks which a thoughtful management had provided. He inserted the first DVD and sat back with his companion to watch the DVD entitled ‘Circle Jerk.’

The DVD opened with a shot of three twenty-something men slowly taking off their clothes and standing in a semi-circle, looking at each other and beginning to fondle themselves.

“Ya gotta name, buddy?” Howells asked.

“Call me Eduardo,” was the answer. “You?”

“You can call me J.W.,” Howells answered.

In the DVD the three men picked up the tempo, stroking themselves faster and faster.  They were mouthing obscenities at each other.  The camera pulled back and revealed a naked twink, his body almost completely hairless, lying on the floor with his legs intertwined with the legs of the other three men.

This twink was doing the same thing as the others, but he was moving his body from side to side in lustful excitement. As the three men began to bedeck his body with their shots of cum.  The twink on the floor moved his hand faster and faster until he too released his load.

When the DVD ended. Howells said, “OK, Eduardo, I’m gonna play it again, and this time, I’ll be the guy on the floor, and you can decorate my body with your cum.

All the action was over in a few minutes. Howells paid Eduardo off.  After Eduardo had departed, Howells settled back to watch the second DVD, called ‘Sixty-nine Plus One.' 

When that DVD was over, Howells got up, dressed and returned the DVDs to the clerk at the front counter.

“I trust Eduardo gave satisfaction, Sir,” said the clerk.

“He did, thank you. ... I’m going to buy two more DVDs to take back home, and uh…, can you direct me to the nearest Bath House?”

“Certainly, Sir,” said the clerk, “That would be the Adonis Bath House, and you just go out the door, turn right, and walk a block and a half and you’ll be there; and, I might suggest you check out the ‘glory hole’ in the shower room.  Er…., I always do!”

Howells thanked the clerk, who put the two DVDs into a plastic bag for him. Howells left the ‘Les Hommes Bel.’

Arriving at the Adonis, Howells got a locker where he put his clothes and his DVDs and headed for the shower room. He quickly located the wall that had the hole in it, and went out in the corridor to the little room behind the ‘hole in the wall.'

It wasn’t long before Howells had had two encounters, and he decided it was time to go back to his motel and try to get some sleep.

He was walking along the street when two figures came out of an alley, walked up to him and each grabbed an arm, and one of them said “Quiet, bud. We just want your wallet.”

Howells tried to resist, when the two muggers walked him into an alley and one of them brought out a cosh [like a small sandbag or blackjack] and hit him on the head. Howells fell to the ground, but in doing so, he hit his head against a brick wall.

One of the hoodlums leaned over and saw blood oozing out of a gash in his head—and then the bleeding stopped.

“Oh, shit! I think he's dead." 

“Let’s take his money and run before the cops get here,” said the other. The two muggers took the money but left the wallet with Howells’ identification.  They also left the bag with the two DVDs.

When an old wino found the body, he let out a screech that attracted other people, and soon the two of the City’s Finest arrived on the spot. They called for the morgue wagon and they were able to identify the body.

One of the policemen had a friend, who was a reporter, and before long the whole sordid story of the death of J. Worthington Howells with the details of where he had died and how he had spent his last evening was all over the newspapers in Howells’ home state. There was no more anonymity for the man who talked one talk, but walked quite a different walk.

Bruce and Chad

It was a week later after the events described above. Bruce and Chad were planning activities for the next day’s classes.

“Chad, we’re going to have to call a house meeting tomorrow night after dinner.”

“Why do you say that, Bruce?”

I was walking along the upper floor this evening, past the big communal shower room and I heard the guys laughing and chuckling. I couldn’t quite make out everything they were saying, but I did hear the phrases, ‘Drop the Soap,' and ‘Bend Over,’ and more chuckling.”

“Bruce, we’re not parents or policeman. These guys are going to get their rocks off somehow or other, whether we like it or not.”

“Chad, no, we’re not parents, but we have some responsibilities. We need to have a serious talk with them about safe sex and the dangers of unprotected sex.”

“You’re right, there. I wonder if we should provide condoms?”

“We’re going to have to be non-judgmental, my love. We’ve got to let those guys feel they can talk to us if there’s a problem, but we are going to have to impress upon them all the complications that can arise if….”

“I’ll put a notice on all of the bulletin boards about the House Meeting tomorrow at 7:30,” Chad said.

“I’ll talk to Trace and Jerry and see where they get the condoms they have in the playroom,” Bruce offered. “Now, moving on to another subject, have you checked to see if we’ve had any responses to our story that went up on tickie last week?”

“Yep, two e mails, I’ve saved both of them for you to read,” Chad said. Both readers liked our story and want some more. I’ve sent them both a thank you note. I think if readers are going to send us notes, we can at least thank them.”

“Good idea, Chad. I have an idea for another story. How about….?” Bruce whispered in Chad’s ear.

“Excellent! I love it. We’ll start on it in the morning, but right now, I think I’d like to move on to another subject—you! I want to make a move on you!”

“I’m waiting, I’m waiting, so make your move, Chad.”

And Chad did!

To be continued...

 E's comments:  The scene between Felipe and Ike was touching.  I'm guessing we'll here more about them in the future.  Too bad Howells had to meet such a terrible death.  I'm wondering which famous author Chad and Bruce are going to take a story from.  They've done Washington Irving.  Maybe it's one of Edgar Allan Poe stories.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see.

Posted: 10/30/09